Just Carl

Carl [kahrl] -noun
1. A strong, robust fellow, especially a strong manual laborer. 2. A miser; an extremely thrifty person. 3. A 25 year old Irish guy with too much to say and not enough people to listen.

How not to parent.

So this guy comes out to his mother, tells her he’s gay because they were “on good terms”, according to him.

He took some photos of what he found lying on his bed merely minutes later, bookmarked on a certain page…

If it’s too blurry for you, it just happens to be the page of the bible that says;

“If a man lies with a man… both of them have done what is detestable. They must be put to death…”

Yup, what a parent.

If those words were left as a note in any other form, that would be seen as a death threat… but NOPE… just people doing what they’re apparently entitled to do, using their fairytales to scare and harass others.

Found here; where you can read all the interesting comments that come with it - CLICKY

And people wonder why I’m hard on Christianity and religion…


(Source: carlconnor)

I’m guessing too…

I’m guessing too…

Rick Perry’s coat from his hate-speech ad campaign about gays.
If you bother to click the link to see the ad, make sure you downvote and flag for “promoting hatred or violence” as shown HERE.

Rick Perry’s coat from his hate-speech ad campaign about gays.

If you bother to click the link to see the ad, make sure you downvote and flag for “promoting hatred or violence” as shown HERE.

I’m a godless heathen, and I approve this message.

This will never get old…

This will never get old…

Oh Fox…

This was FOX News’ first response to Obama’s support of gay marriage today.

They then went on to “flip flop” and edit the headline to this after the internet responded aggressively:

I’d say “you couldn’t make this shit up”, but you actually can. Just pretend your a backward organisation full of bigots run by the scummy Murdoch’s, and say the first thing that comes out of your ass.

Something really awesome happened today on my walk. Two rough looking skinheads were walking towards me, acting a bit “off” and fidgety. I was waiting for trouble. 

They just walked past me without a bother, and as I looked behind me a few seconds later as they were disappearing out of sight, they looked back too (but didn’t see me) and held hands.

THEY were afraid of ME. Didn’t want me to see them holding hands. 

It’s both lovely and fucking sad at the same time.